theshipper101's Random One Shots and Short Stories

I Miss You (Original Story)

"Hey, Terry," I said. "Been a crazy week, huh? You missed my soccer game last night, by the way. But don't worry, I don't blame you. I guess you'll be missing a lot of stuff now. Yeah...coach didn't really want me to play...but I wouldn't take no for an answer.

"I made a goal even. I hoped you would've celebrated that, if you'd been there. Maybe you'd even have given me a kiss on the cheek...or maybe even the lips." I smiled. "You know, I wish that you'd give me one now. No? Okay. You were always hesitent like that.

"Remember our first kiss? I was so nervous that I almost peed my pants." I gave a short laugh. "I'm still wondering if you felt the same way. You've always been really good at keeping your emotions under control.

"Oh," I reached behind from where I was sitting and grabbed a bouquet of lilies. "I brought you something. I know lilies are you're favorite. I picked these ones myself. I even added a few roses in there. I know that you don't really like the color, but I just thought they were a nice touch.

"I've always seen roses as flowers of love, and I love you. I guess I've just always been such a coward and never told you it before. But you did, a lot." A single tear fell from my cheek. I brushed it away.

"So...proms coming up," I continued. "I really wish that you would come with me, you look so beautiful in that dress you bought. Blue always brings out your eyes. But...I guess I'm the only guy going alone this year.

"Don't worry," I said, brushing away the tears that fell down my cheeks. "It's not your fault. I understand that. You know what, I don't think I'm even going to prom. Who cares about that stupid dance anyway?"

Tears blurred my vision. I set down the flowers by the grave stone. I took a deep breath and continued. "The whole school had an essembly for you a few weeks back. I couldn't bring myself to say anything. I hope you understand that. There wasn't time for me to say everything anyway. You know those girls that always hated you were even crying."

I hugged my knees to my chest."I guess I just wanna say how much I miss you." Tears slipped down my cheeks. "A-and that I'll never date ever again. We dated for a while, didn't we? I mean, I guess the first few years didn't count. We were just friends then. But I'm glad you stayed with me for eight years..."

My voice abandon me. I burried my head into my knees and sobbed. That stupid drunk had taken Terry away from me! Of course I survied the crash with a little more then a sprained ankle. I didn't want to accept that she was dead. The grave stone had someone else's name on it who was convienently also Terry Dawns.

I wasn't sure how long I sat there, but I eventually felt a hand on my shoulder. "Scott?"

I looked up to see Mrs. Dawns. My eyes were still stinging with tears, but I stood up.

"Are you okay?" She asked me.

I shook my head. "I don't think I'll ever be okay."

Mrs. Dawns wrapped her arms around me. "It wasn't you fault, Scott."

"But I was driving," I started to sob again. "I should've swerved to avoid-"

"He came at you," Mrs. Dawns said. I shook silently with sobs as sne held me.

Eventually, I took a deep breath and gently pulled away from her enbrace. I wiped my eyes with the sleeve of my sweatshirt.

"I see you brought some fresh flowers," Mrs. Dawns said.

I shrugged. "She deservs them."

"Scott," Mrs. Dawns said. "If you ever need anything..."

I nodded. "I know."

"Are you done here?" She asked, not is a rushing way.

I shook my head. "I think I'll be here for a few more minutes."

Mrs. Dawns nodded. "You're family's invited over at our house for dinner tonight."

I nodded and she walked away.

I took a deep breath. "Now....where we we? Oh yeah, eight years. I'm surprised you never left me..."